Industry

[Intro]
Yeah, it's the wolf
(Cypress)

[Verse 1]
Don't post that picture with me til I leave, don't put me on your live
If my bro PnB ain't go through that, my dog still be alive
I lost him four months 'fore I got released, couldn't do a thing but cry
'Cause after Bankroll, Drakeo, Dolph, and Nip, feel like the next to die
Always heard that death, it come in threes, and I just mentioned five
So who up next? The second set of threes? On Grape, gotta survive
So I cut off the niggas I can't trust, can't feel these niggas' vibe
And if a bitch I meet come through to fuck, she ain't gon' spend the night
Unlеss she way more rich and famous than me, can't comе to the crib
Bitch, if we get a room, security outside the door with sticks
As far as family, I could trust them less than niggas in the bricks
You say you love me, but on Grape Street, I ain't seen you since a kid
Seen this money turns a mom against a son, a twin against a twin
Niggas shoot and tell on you right after y'all just spin the bin
I got back to writing shit on paper, I was in the pen
Every time I type shit on the phone, somebody tappin' in
Every call recorded, operator voice'd warn you
Only time my BM wrote, she tried to up the child support
But now my only child no longer even speaks to her no more
Stay with my mom until they let me out, linked up straight out the door
I ain't never had no custody, ain't need it cause my daughter still gon' fuck with me
I'ma fuck with her spend, plenty racks and give her game and loyalty
I smoke two Backwoods in my car, wait for my play at Double Tree
Don't shake his hand 'cause I know we on camera, just drop off the cheese
Then sit in the restroom in a second, start tap in once it's a tree
Sent me the address, then destroy the phone, I'll hit you in six weeks
Book a show inside the destination city, laying with somethin' pretty
Plain Jane bitch who live in town, go get in other bitches cities
I could never stop the running, label fuckin' up the money
Offering advances, but with royalties, act like a dummy
Hired plenty lawyers, then missed calls so I call on a Sunday
They charge by the hour and the contract raised the interest on me
Fuck was I supposed to do? Go broke and then pretend it's cool
Selling bricks forever, my lil' hottie need some Jimmy Choos
Baby, get these bricks to flow, the kilo came fresh off the boat
These labels pray we die while still signed so they collect some more

[Chorus]
The industry, the industry
They tryna drain the realest niggas of they energy
The industry, the industry
Got a nigga lookin' back to show them all they enemies

[Verse 2]
Most these rappers [?][2:10] fell off, my fire's missing
Or got shot to death or got exposed cause most these niggas bitches
I ain't hatin', just part of the business just to pay attention
Niggas rappin' what the next one rappin' 'stead of what they living
You ain't gotta be a gangster neither, try being creative
Bumping blackbear or Doja Cat more than these niggas faking
In the Vantage with the hidden toys, blasting Kid Laroi
Favorite rapper might be Latto lately, harder than these boys
Fuck with Bia and lil' Khia too, that [?][2:34] bitch Enchanting
How these females comin' harder than most of these niggas rapping?
Niggas mad that I ain't sign 'em, but too old to have an image
You ain't bossed up by age thirty-six, it's probably not gon' happen
I'm the CEO [?] child support, strapped when I'm in it
'Rari got white seats, I bulletproofed it, but it's lightly tinted
Fuck that hook, get back in to it, hundred racks in Louis
Big old stash, could fit a MAC into it, drum on me, I'm back producing
[?][2:58] your local shooter, under the influence
What you think they call me in the ghetto when they listen to it?
Apple martini my VVs, icing I love [?]
Project nigga while I drive the Aston Martin like a Sebring
Put three Gs inside her G-string while she shake that ass to [?]
Keep it real, I only hit the club [?] wings
Chickens in the fucking coupe, check my charges, spoke the truth
Addy had me focused, gettin' throat while in the vocal booth
Still going off straight off the dome, I turned to boss and bought some homes
Felt like my first piece of pussy first time that I bought some chrome
'Member me as Petey in zone six we bubbled off six zones
Was gon wear the mink but I got fly and put that ostrich on
After breakfast sandwiches, prosciutto with the provolone
I just finished shoppin' then I'm coppin' with the chopper on me
It's just pop stars and these pretty bitches, can't fuck with these niggas
Know the west side known for plenty switches, no low-lows, extensions

[Outro]
Drummers
In the industry
The industry